With an exorbitant amount of snow that seems to have fallen this year I am sure happy Two Fourteen is tomorrow. Cause you know each year is different and next year might not have as much snow as two thirteen right.... ? That's how it works... Correct? Why does this seem so awkward when I'm by myself? My pet frog Achilles is even acting weird right now, looking the other way when I try and make eye contact.
So a ride from the Queen up to the Parliament and across the almighty High Level was done as the city was still plowing the trails in the valley, a ride that happened about four hours late as a planned early 7 a.m ride was scrapped all due to a terrible night. A sad thought as I would have been in the thick of the snow coming down in the dark and that boys and girls would have been beyond epic.
On a positive note I was happy with how well the bike tracked through the deep snow. The only time I had trouble was riding on the fresh powder over worn snow tracks, that was a tad frustrating at times. I was loving going through the deep powder, this was all on paved trails and I'm sure riding singletrack off road would be a different story. Or would it? Hmmm..
|fresh fat bike tracks and nary a fat bike sighting, where they all hiding huh?|